#tempest ghoulette

[tanukibby]

Oftentimes, kits are picked up by the scruffs of their necks. It doesn't hurt them, they actually have a little more skin there for that purpose.

The caretakers don't pick them up like this very often, but when they do it's usually because they were misbehaving or becoming very loud and disruptive.

Tempest (because I love her) is one of those kits that are often disruptive. She has a lot of big feelings for such a small creature and demands to be heard. That or she just doesn't know how to express such big feelings

In a pinch, Omega would pluck her up by the scruff of her neck and stuff her into his pouch for time out until she calmed herself down. It's the most manageable way to deal with the problem in the moment when he just doesn't have the time.

Of course, when they eventually get the time, they sit her down and try to teach her better ways to express herself so her outbursts would be minimized.

She has bit before, left a scar on Omega's hand. It was her first outburst after being adopted. Poor thing just wanted his attention. She immediately cried afterward because she was scared that Omega would leave her.

It was a very difficult day for them, but she has gotten significantly better since then.

[golden-rats]

Fuck it

More ghoul oc art

[booksooks]

Hey pookie

i was gonna be excited but GIRL what is marker doing here

ANYWAYS HIIIIII

[nocturnalghoul]

Truth be Told: Converging Tides

I've been forcing myself to play around with my ghoul OCs more as a break from my normal longer stuff I have been trying to write so I decided to write something about Tempest again and the beginning of her eventual friendship with Mist.

Mist has been feeling the pressures associated with adjusting to band life and being the first ghoulette in the band. Luckily she has somebody to reach out too, even Mist hasn't historically been the most receptive to the other ghoulette's attempts to reach out.

~870 words; no warnings; Below the cut for scrolling purposes :)

Today was the worst day, let alone practice session Mist had had since she was summoned a few months prior. She couldn’t think about anything but the lake, kept messing up even the easiest parts, and every word out of the other ghoul’s mouths felt like nails on a chalkboard to her stressed out mind. The second that practice was over she tore out of the room, leaving her stuff behind. She could come back for it later or Omega would pack it up for her. 

As she mindlessly raced down the hall she realized who exactly she needed to talk to about all this and momentarily froze, cringing. Tempest had attempted multiple times to reach out to Mist and offer a welcoming hand, but each time Mist had been less than receptive.

Each meeting between the two would go the same: Tempest would find Mist down by the lake and gently offer her friendship or to be somebody to talk to about water ghoul/bass/ghoulette things anytime, and then Mist would scoff and claim that she was fine and didn’t need her help.

The strange multi ghoulette did seem genuine though, and Mist had heard numerous tales from Alpha about their inability to lie so she must have meant it when she offered. It wouldn’t hurt to give the other ghoulette a chance she decides as she once again shoves down the swirling tendrils of loneliness she has been battling all week. 

Luckily the other ghoulette is easy to find, curled up on a large plush couch at the back of the room. 

“Hey Mist, finally decided to come chat with me? I know you’re not here for a book” Tempest teases, good natured smile taking over her face. 

Mist begins to scramble for an excuse but her brain is so exhausted it’s not worth it. “Hey Tempest, do you mind if I join you?” she finally sighs out, chewing on her lip anxiously. The multi ghoulette scoots closer to the end of the couch and pats the space beside her, allowing Mist to flop down into the empty space.

The two sit in silence for a minute, Mist staring at the lake outside the window and Tempest finishing up the chapter of the book they were reading. 

After a minute Mist decides to finally break the silence. “So… why do you keep trying?” she blurts out.

“I foresaw your summoning, so I guess you could say I’m invested.” Tempest hums absentmindedly, voice light and airy, truly living up to her other element. Thankfully they understood what Mist had meant by her question, but the answer only prompts more.

“I owed Terzo a favor, and he asked for a prophecy in return. I’m sure he wanted to know about himself, but that wasn’t specified so he got one about the future of the ghost project. I saw you on the stage with the band and now here we are.” Tempest continues, almost as if reading Mist’s mind. They set the book down and turn towards the water ghoulette, hope and excitement clear on their face. “I’m glad you finally decided to take me up on my offer.”

“What did you foresee us being friends too?” Mist asks skeptically, gaining some of her hard edge now that she was in the quiet of the library. She had heard from Omega about Tempest's gift of prophecy but thought it was a joke until the ghoulette herself mentioned it. 

“Nah, that's not how it works. I just thought that being the first and only ghoulette in the band might be pretty big shoes to fill. I know a little about being the first of something and how lonely it can feel. It can be nicer with a friend who gets it is all” Tempest mutters out, absently rubbing at the water symbol on her wrist. 

“I don’t need you to support me, I can handle myself just fine” Mist snaps out instinctually.

“I know” Tempest starts with a warm smile, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t offer it.”

The two stare at each other for a long beat before Mist starts to laugh for the first time since coming topside. “I have to admit, I do admire the persistence.”

“Great, race you down to the lake before a sister works up the courage to come back here and tell us to quiet down?”

Mist doesn’t even answer, she just leaps off the couch and breaks into a dead sprint down the rows of books towards the door. By the time a sibling does make their way back the two ghoulettes are already long gone, their faint silhouettes visible down by the dock. 

Once the sun has set and the two ghoulettes reluctantly walk back towards the ghoul dorms their voices are hoarse from talking and laughing nonstop. Under her door that night Tempest finds a handwritten note on official clergy stationary in Terzo’s ostentatious script with a plain thank you for lifting his new ghouls spirits. 

The note quickly makes its way to the trash can, forgotten in as much time as it took to read. As much as it would hurt his ego to hear, this was never about him.

[m0nochromat1c]

I really need to post more and not just art spam my traditional posts whenever my hyperfixtations change durastically

Anyway so Ghost happened, found out about it, absolutely lost my mind, these fucks happened :D!

[gabriel8lithium]

Pt.2 // dark names + dark usernames

୨ㅤ︶︶ㅤ꒰୨ dark namez ୧꒱ㅤ���︶ㅤ୧

♱໒ ͡ ︶︶†

Annerose . Sudo . Malice . Appolet

Cure . Remidi . Mourgan . Widdow

Cluster . Guro . Tama . Ghoulia

Stain . Blunt . Morte . Sage . Raven

Vidia . Echo . Tempest . Lux . Nyx

Renna . Blythe . Morana . Valencia

Elvina . Vamp . Python . Demonia

Organa . Lure . Val . Violetta . Ven

Ruadh . Fabel . Morticia . Morgue

Imperia . Slain . Sloane . Zombvie

Dagger . Cultie . Crossett . Bludie

୨ㅤ︶︶ㅤ꒰୨ dark usernamez ୧꒱ㅤ︶︶ㅤ୧

⁺໒꒱ིྀ༝♱

V4mpz . Fwangg . Vamprii . S4tanii .

Corpzz . Zombiezz . Conjureth . Covvin

Damagett . Occvltz . F4keblud . Crroz

Exqrcism . Goreeyye . Wiitch . Clvw

Rituqlz . Ghoulette . Wr4thh . M0rbiid

Shivanii . Xoese . Nyxiia . Meriikh . Webz

Zmbiegrl . Livurdye . Heartz4brainz

Rottingz . Blvdii . Dvctrr . Sicckk . Middz

Cr0ww . Gooree . Dr4cvll . Cvltzz . Bvlltzz

[ghoulettalie]

Parts 1, 2, 3, — 5

Ghoul/Ghoulette name ideas!(Pt.4)

Some I've coloured for water, fire, earth, air ghouls. Names left white are uncategorised.

I'm running out of ideas help.

Noir

Echo

Vixen

Phoenix

Tempest

Karma

Cleo

Aura

Fierce

Violet/Violent

Flower

Jumpy

Castle

Alien

[sixsixsixpickupsticks]

So, what's it like being a casual fan??

This was really just a long time coming. Her name is Tempest and she's just the goddamned worst. If I'm feeling gutsy, I'll draw her. Who fucking knows, really?

So, she's an air ghoul. Tall, serious, quiet, organized. Library work suits her. She likes to sing while she restocks the books. She's friendly enough, but she's so mean. Not in an outright or violent way, but she will inadvertently (she wants it to be inadvertent; it is not) make you feel like a pile of putrid meat.

Becoming her friend won't help this as much as you'd think. She can be clingy to people who have gotten used to her, uh, quirks and will show affection in kind of inappropriate ways. She likes butts, alright? She's on the ultimate quest for the booty. No ass is safe when Tempest is around. Not even Papa II. She'snot scared one bit, no sir. And she may be mean as shit, but she's super submissive and cuddly.

She has shoulder blade length dark hair, usually back in two braids, dark hazel eyes, fair skin, two short, rough horns, and her tail is long and tufted. She thinks it's really pretty and is very proud of her tail, so to win her over, compliment that, her singing voice, or bring her crisps.

You should totally come play with her.

[anti-climactic]

Thoughts on names for the new Air Ghoulette?

Maybe Tempest?

Or Nimbus?

Stratus?

Gale?

Them's is my top 4

[copias-thrall]

I had a request to continue a spitballing I did regarding a Sister helping The Ghoulettes through their heat! 

It’s the dead of night, and you’re jarred awake from a sound sleep by a frantic knocking on your door. The film of sleep still clouds your mind, so you take a few moments to get your bearings—no, your alarm isn’t going off; no it’s not the dark of 6am, but much earlier—and during that time another machine gun series of knocks tap at your door.

“Sister!” comes a stage whisper through your door.

You press the heels of your palms into your eyes as you clear your throat.

“Uh, yes. Come in,” you croak out in a voice still heavy with sleep.

The door bangs open, and you squint at the bright of torchlight (despite the Abbey having actual flashlights and nearly all the members owning smartphones, many still prefer this archaic form of illumination). The fellow Sister who hurries frantically into your room is one who you at least know, even if she isn’t one of your friends.

“What-wha—?” Is all you manage as you blink rapidly at her.

“Come on,” she hisses as she grabs your arm and practically drags you out of your bed.

You barely have time to slide your feet into your slippers before she’s ushering you down the stones halls of the Abbey. You can hear the howls of the Ghouls echoing off the high ceilings, and your torch isn’t the only burst of light you can see across the quad.

By the time you’re awake enough to formulate questions, you’re already in the Ghoul dorms—and then you’re too distracted by the caterwauling.

Two Brothers stand bracing a familiar door.

“Thank Lucifer,” says one. The other grabs the handle. “Ready?”

He’s not talking to you.

They open the door just enough that as you’re peering inside to the pitch darkness, your fellow Sister gives you a hard shove, and you stumble through the person-sized crack.

The door slams hard behind you, and you can hear the lock click.

Two sets of glowing eyes and the faint outlines of sharp-toothed smiles are all you can see as your own eyes adjust.

“I hope you didn't like that nightgown, dearie.”

And by now you’re fully aware of what exactly is going on.

It’s that time again: the Ghouls are in heat—all the Ghouls—and the whole Abbey is in a state of damage control. Siblings are probably being pulled left and right to assist with their…needs. When all the Ghouls are down, there just aren’t enough of them to go around during the particularly bad parts, so the powers that be enlist willing Siblings—especially ones who frequently dally with the hellbeasts—with little to no notice.

You’ll never understand why sometimes the whole Ghoul dorms go down at the same time like a bad outbreak and other times it seems contained within their pods, but there you go.

Honestly, as a favorite playmate of Cumulus and Cirrus, you should have expected this. You’ve never shared their heat before, but the three of you had talked about it, and you’d agreed.

You just weren’t expecting a furtive flight through the Abbey in the dead of night.

There’s a tug on your nightgown from one side, and then a yank from the other. A matching set of fangs scrape deliciously down each shoulder as you hear the riiiip of the material, then feel the ruined polyester slide off your skin.

You're bare except for your cotton panties, so you feel the heated flesh of Cirrus and Cumulus pressing into you. You’re still half light-blind, but you’re familiar enough with how they feel to know that it’s Cumulus—with her soft curves—flush with your front, her hand traveling over your body as her tail curls around your calf. The taller form of Cirrus clings to your back—her breasts pressing into your back and her tail winding around your waist—as her clawed fingers grip into your arms so she can nip and suck at your neck.

Moaning, you melt into their holds, leaning your head back onto Cirrus’ shoulder to give her better access.

“Smells good,” she rumbles lowly.

You’re not sure if she means your natural musk, which the two of them like—or your arousal, which they love.

“Very good,” agrees Cumulus as she rubs her nose across the line of your neck.

You lose yourself into the height of their stratosphere as you revel in the way being in between them really does feel like being embraced by clouds (albeit one that could turn into a menacing thunderstorm at any provocation). Your hands have slid from Cumulus’s love handles down to caress the smoothness of her ass while she growls into your skin with intent; hers have been languorously massaging your breasts while thumbing your nipples, and each time the pads skim across, the sensation shoots right between your legs. 

High on your burgeoning arousal, you’re desperate for more contact with your lovers—to hear them…to feel them; you let your hands follow the curve of Cumulus’s ass down until your fingers can lightly trace the crease where it meets her thighs, dangerously close to where you could cause a downpour.

She snarls—a sound Cirrus echos—and her hand claws down your stomach; when it encounters your panties, she makes a noise of disgust, and—oops!—there they go as well.

The tips of her claws trace carefully, carefully, along the lines of your labia, and you gasp, leaning further back into Cirrus’s solid form. She turns her head to lick the shell of your ear and suck on your earlobe as her arms come round to hold you in her embrace, and you gasp as the electric shock of it sets your skin to tingle.

As the spades of their tails join in on the tease between your legs, you can feel her grind against your ass in slow circles, her curls a pleasing scrape across your skin. When you turn your head to suck on her neck, you inhale the sharp, icy crisp of her arousal. Darting your tongue out, you lick a line across her collarbone.

“Mmm…” she purrs as she rocks into you harder, leaving a hot, slick trail across your skin. It cools when the air hits it, and the storm of your hunger burns to feel the wet heat of her desire slippery on your fingers. 

When her hands come up to massage your breasts, you detach a hand from her partner so you can grope behind you for that touch you so crave. She shifts to give you access, letting out a pleased rumble when your finger slips into her sticky folds to rub gentles circles around her clit.

Yours gives an answering throb, and Cumulus whines, so you maneuver your other hand to press into her pulsing need as well. The static shock of her arousal soon wafts around you, and some part of you is pleased that soon you’ll smell of their combined tempest.

They rock into your touch as the gentle fondle of their hands in the swells of your flesh become firmer gropes and the teasing scrape of their fangs become stinging lines. Cumulus dips a finger into your slit, and you moan loudly, knees practically buckling as her finger finally slip-slides over your throbbing clit, and your arms flop ineffectually into your sides.

You buck and twitch against them as their hands, fingers, and tails trace and tease at you.

Cumulus backs away, and there’s a sucking sound as she slides her finger into her mouth before she gives a happy chitter.

“You’ll share that taste!” breathes out Cirrus, and then her heat leaves your back as she engages in a sloppy kiss with Cumulus. They’re much more rough with each other than they are with you, and their claws rend against each other’s skin and their teeth bite into lips. 

On wobbly legs, you make your way over to where they’ve ended up by their bed.

You massage your clit a little with your thumb as you watch them—just enough to keep the ember of your arousal stoked—and then you swipe your thumb over Cirrus’s bottom lip before pushing it into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around you before you feel the sharp scrape of her fang.

“You can taste me right from the source, my sweet.”

This sends them both into a frenzied hurricane of movement, and suddenly, hands and tails are everywhere on you, pulling you this way and that as fingers and claws dig into your flesh. One and then both of them kiss you in a smear of lips and spit, and then you find yourself on their bed, entwined in their arms.

A tail slides over your ass, and you gasp as the pressure of it slowly works its way inside you. Your hand works its way down a plump, quivering thigh and into the smooth slick of Cumulus’s cunt. She gives a low moan before her fangs prick into your shoulder. Cirrus’s tongue is there to lap at the puncture as you swirl your fingers through Cumulus’s wetness and around her hardening clit, and you swear you can almost taste her this way.

A tail (Cirrus’s, you determine when it’s she who moans) bushes your cheek, and you turn your head to suck it into your mouth. Knowing how sensitive their tails are in this heightened state, you remove yourself from between Cumulus’s legs and run your slick-coated fingers up and down Cirrus’s tail. She gasps and twitches into you as Cumulus whines in protest.

She jostles Cirrus out of the way and flattens you on your back. The room is still dark, but by now you can make the both of them out, despite the charcoal of their skin. When Cumulus straddles you, she’s fierce and lovely—all curves and power. Her tail coils possessively around your neck as she slides up your body, purposely leaving a sticky trail on your stomach, and you get the memo: you’re mine.

You lightly scrape your blunt nails up and down her thighs as she lifts enough to allow your mouth the treat it so richly deserves. She rumbles low in her chest as your tongue wiggles in between her lips to get to the crown jewel, her taste saturating your mouth. Your fingers did their job expertly, and when the tip of your tongue swirls slowly around her clit, she’s already jolting and snarling in time to each undulation.

There’s another weight on you, and when you open your eyes, you see Cirrus’s hands on her lover’s tits, the two of them once more engaged in a tangle of tongues. You raise your knees so that she has something to lean back against, and she uses your legs as leverage to grind into you, her slick mingling with Cumulus’s…you’re ours.

Above you, Cumulus writhes and moans—her stomach clenching like a belly dancer’s—as your tongue taps at her nub, then flicks it back and forth. She’s riding your mouth as you continue to rake your nails up and down her thighs, and you’re aware of it when she reaches a hand behind her to slip into Cirrus’s folds.

The two of them are rumbling and snarling on top of you—their tails lashing wildly about now—as Cumulus uses your mouth and Cirrus uses her mate’s fingers. You squeeze your thighs together to get some pressure, and soon the entire room smells like the combined musk of the 3 of you. They’re huffing it in, both now gasping and moaning as they hurtle toward their respective climaxes.

Cirrus is mumbling something too low for you to hear, but you realize she’s giving Cumulus direction on how to bring her to that high. She’s still riding your mouth, but her head now rests on Cirrus’s shoulder as her clever fingers massage her clit to bursting.

Tongue still lapping at Cumulus’s clit—her legs trembling around you—you watch as Cirrus’s claws dig divots deeper and deeper into her arms and feel the grind of her into your stomach, as she rises closer, closer…

…until she mashes hard into you with a breathy Oh! and yanks Cumulus by her hair into a hard kiss that you can feel in your core. Your mouth fills with saliva just as Cumulus softens—the tang of her turning sweeter—and you speed your tongue to flickflickflickflick at her.

She goes rigid right before bucking her hips, and she makes a high noise that is swallowed by Cirrus’s mouth. You follow her the best you can while petting softly at her skin. Cirrus’s hands have come back around to tweak at her nipples, and she jerks over you like a summer squall as you massage her through her spasms.

When she’s done, she slumps back into Cirrus’s hold, and the two of them chitter at each other as their tails rub and entwine. You stretch one hand to trail a finger across Cirrus’s knee, and almost simultaneously, the two of them snap their eyes open to look down at you. While they’ve lost some of their ferocity, they’re still at the height of their fervor, and they can no doubt smell that you’re primed and ready to go.

Like the roll of a distant storm, both of them slink gracefully off you, but Cirrus rolls between your legs. She laps at the wetness coating your stomach before wiggling up to suck your nipples into her mouth. You moan, shooting your hands out to grab onto any flesh they can find.

“Let’s make her scream!” says Cumulus brightly.

“Let’s make her howl,” counters Cirrus with a wicked smile. Her tongue traces up to your collarbone, and her fangs map out the line of it in little nibbles as Cumulus settles in behind you to explore the dips and valleys of your body with her fingers. When Cirrus reaches your mouth, she gives a few laps across your lips.

“Taste like mate,” she says huskily before engaging you in a greedy kiss and turning you both onto your sides.

You’re sandwiched in between them, their breasts and bellies a soft press into your sensitive skin. Cirrus’s strong, pianist’s fingers expertly slide, tap, and circle your engorged clit as Cumulus slips two into your slick entrance from behind. Your head rolls around your neck as you rock back and forth on their fingers. You’re too lost in the sensations to effectively kiss either of them, but the hot press of their mouths burn a line across your breasts and up your neck. Their tongues caress yours before meeting over you in a wet suck of lips…before traveling back down to lather, rinse, repeat.

All you know is the bliss of their touches and the growing intensity between your legs. You’re letting out little wails of exquisite distress that the two of them are eating up hungrily, like you’re a meal that can sustain them.

You’re high from panting and breathless kisses, and when you finally reach that sweet crest, it’s like a lightning strike of intense pleasure, and your vision blacks out in a swirl of deep colors. You jerk and thrash as each wave racks your body, but you’re cushioned on each side by their supple bodies. 

When they withdraw their hands from you, you barely notice it; you’re content to drift on the soft, filmy haze of your orgasm like a leaf in a gust of wind as they hold you firm in their embrace.

Cirrus rearranges your head into her lap while Cumulus continues to trace every curve of your body with her tail and fingers like a gentle breeze on a hot day. You make nonsense patterns into Cirrus’s thigh with your finger while she cards her hands through your hair.

It’s the eye of the tornado before Cumulus’s touch turns lustful again. The soft tease of fingers becomes a stinging scrape of claws, and the light caress of her tail travels from your thighs back in between your legs.

Her spade is flicking over your sensitive and still pulsing nub, and you let out a small Oh with every pass as you twitch from the contact. Her fingers reach for your pebbled nipples, but Cirrus suddenly slaps them away.

“Stop toying with her!”

“But prey is for playing with!”

They snap at each other, growling in great thunderclaps of sound. There’s more jostling, and just like that, the two of them are rolling around on the bed like two gale force winds swirling in gusts for dominance.

You stretch.

It’s going to be a long night.

[satanicstfrancis]

Continued from X @aeruginoussulfur

“Oh, Air, they’re stunning.”

She had inspired these? No way. Well, then again, she could understand seeing her as gold and pink. Especially with the way she had been blushing when they first met. Gold hair and pink cheeks. But, before she could really think about what any of that meant, Air asked her a question.

Errett was dumbstruck by it. She was torn equally between being excited, embarrassed, and confused. 

Why would he ask that? Was he interested? You didn’t just ask someone that when you hardly knew them otherwise. 

But was she seriously involved with Lucifer? She loved him dearly, and she really enjoyed sex with him, but were they ‘serious’? Probably not. He and Em were a couple, and as much as she loved tagging along, she wasn’t a part of that relationship. Not an integral part, anyways. Lucifer would never marry her or give her children or probably even call her his girlfriend. He also had no problem sleeping with her friends. That couldn’t be her life. As much as she loved him, she couldn’t spend her life unmarried. She’d be miserable. She didn’t know how to explain that relationship to Air, so she decided not to. Not yet, anyways.

Her confusion came from the comment about ‘her ghoulette’. Errett wasn’t sure what he meant. He couldn’t mean Empyrean. She had been on a business trip for a month now. There was no way her scent was still on her. It also probably wasn’t Tempest, because a pregnant ghoulette probably smelled different and Air knew about her. Was it Vero? Maybe, but she was only half ghoul. Then again, outright saying that was a little rude so Air probably didn’t want to. Then there was...

“Oh! I think you’re smelling Ana. We slept together the other night. Ah, not like that. We fell asleep watching a movie together. She’s my little sister.” Then Errett realized that she hadn’t actually answered his question. “No, I’m not seriously involved with anyone right now.”

[tanukibby]

Flurries don't really understand how tiny they are. They think everything is just big, except pouch space.

They want it all to themselves because they are greedy little shits. They soon grow lonely without a nest mate and go out to find another flurry to drag into the pouch .

The squeaking and squawking would be so cute if they didn't do this EVERY. DAY. It is kind of funny to watch them kick each other out of the way just to be the first one into the pouch.

Tempest doesn't have a nest mate at home, so she cuddles with a teddy and fills the space with pillow fluff to make it feel less empty and more comfortable.

[pallidi-rebellis]

(1/2) "Ferrus," the air ghoul purred at the handsome ghoul sat on her bed, mindlessly thumbing through the pages of the latest issue of Cosmo. When he looked up at her, his eyes blew wide. She stood at the foot of her bed in nothing but a pentagram bralette and a plain, black thong, giving him a slow spin to take it all in. He gave a long whistle in approval and with that, she crawled up the bed towards him. Tempest settled over his hips, grinding down against him as she planted featherlight

hit me with your best kiss

@tcmpest-ghoul

“Holy Hell, Temp. Fuck.”

It was all he could say when the ghoulette reappeared in spectacular lingerie, his mouth left hanging open dumbly and the magazine dropping from his hands. He leaned back invitingly as she crawled towards him, watching her every movement intently. She straddled his hips and he was immediately caught off-guard by her rhythmic grinding, which illicited a low, husky groan from the back of his throat.

Every soft kiss felt like crackles of lightning against his skin, setting his very nerves aflame and settling a growing knot in his stomach. When Tempest met his lips he buried his fingers in her hair and pressed her closer, tongue meeting the roof of her mouth. He pulled back, face flushed, and smiled through his bewilderment.

“You look fucking fantastic.”

[eeriegastronomer]

cont. from here @satanicstfrancis

Errett held onto the pad.

“You don’t have to censor yourself around me, Ana. I’m a big girl.”

She smiled at her.

“Love is nice. I’m not worried about either of us finding someone; we will. It might not turn out how we first thought we wanted it to, but we’ll love and be loved.”

She looked at the scribbled out line, wondering what she had written but not concerned enough about it to ask. She sighed.

“We can talk about things, Ana. I don’t want you to think we can’t. You can always come to me with anything. I’m just still really heartbroken about what happened and I don’t like to talk about it because I’m tired of making it everyone else’s problem too. Tempest is about to have a baby and I need to be there for her.”

She shrugged.

“Life moves on. It always does. I’m sure you know that very well. If you want to talk about something, don’t worry so much about how I feel that you don’t say anything, ok?”

She looked down at the little ghoulette.

“I’m heart broken about what happened to you, but I’m glad you told me. That’s a terrible thing to have to keep all to yourself. I don’t talk to anyone that spends time with Rain, but if you want to talk to me about Aether or whomever that’s fine. I’m here for you, Ana.”

Ana teared up and hugged Errett tighter, sniffling a little. Her heart burned with shame, a few tears squeezing from her eyes. She held the human close for a few moments longer before pulling away so she could write more.

I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to make you sadder. I only want to make people happy.

She set it down and curled up again, purring, before an idea came to mind and she blushed. Once more she picked the pad up and scrawled, If the current band ghouls are off limits...have you ever met any of the older ones? Like the first Air? He’s very pretty and he plays so well.

[nocturnalghoul]

Halcyon

This is one of three fics that I plan to post today on my birthday as a sort of reverse present. It's my birthday and nobody can stop me from OC posting with a little drop of lore mixed in :D ! I'll link the other two fics here and here once I get all three posted

Summary: Frankenghoul and Tempest reflect on their time in the pit versus their time on the surface, and the moments that their life's drastically changed.

FG is they/them, tempest is she/they

Words: ~1.3k

Warnings: light angst in the recollection of bad memories but honestly thats it. It's all good here, just the OCs being nostalgic

Read on AO3 here or below the cut

It is said that there is no changing the past, but unfortunately for the proto-ghoul deep in the woods, there is no returning to it either. All of the ghouls summoned to the surface have widely varying opinions of their time in the pit, but for the first summon it was without a doubt the best era of their long life.

Turning points in one's life can be hard to pin down, but even now they can pinpoint to the minute when their life in the pit went from good to great. The fond memory of a rumbling laugh and a twinkling smile from a charming earth ghoul is still as fresh and exhilarating to remember over a millenia later. 

They had come from a well off family in the pit and landed a cushy research job rather quickly, but the first time that they met Kedros was the single best thing that has ever happened to them. Before the two ghouls first meeting was even halfway over they both were already truly smitten with the other. From there the air ghoul’s life in the pit only improved. Their husband, always the chatty and charismatic ghoul introduced them to some of the best people and closest friends anyone could hope for. 

Even two centuries post summoning they can’t help but wonder what has become of all the friends they loved so dearly. They hope that the lovely water and air ghoul couple they quickly became best friends with are still prospering and just as hopelessly in love. Each time they think of the couple though, their mind leads them to what is still a sore spot, the couple's daughter. 

Both Kedros and them loved that little multi ghoulette as if she was their own, and not knowing whatever happened to her is a trail of thought that rips the blissful memories apart, sending them crashing back to their somber reality. Neither of their friends were particularly skilled with their magic, but that ghoulette had so much potential for good things if given a guiding hand. 

They had been diligent before being summoned to mentor the ghoulette and help her air magic grow as much as possible. Hopefully somebody else was able to step in and guide her, but they would give almost anything to be able to see her again and be able to see the wonderful talented ghoul that they surely grew into. The first summon is confident in the strength of their friends to do right by her even after they seemingly disappeared when summoned. 

The closing moments of the party they and Kedros were throwing at their simple estate in the pit before the summoning ruined everything is the last thing they can remember from that time in their life. 

Meeting Kedros may have been a turning point for the better in their life, but the conclusion of that party was where everything went wrong. 

To not only lose all of those close connections, but to live unsure if their husband lived or died for that entire first year was the worst torture they have ever undergone. Their time on the surface has been dark, but those first months of uncertainty were the worst.

Even now, in their worst moments of feeling sorry for themselves they remember their wonderful nights spent amongst friends and dream about someday making it back to the pit to find out how everyone has fared in their absence. They doubt that any of the ones they loved outside of Kedros would recognize their current form, but still they hold out hope that they would still be able to recognize the spirit behind it. For the legacy of their kind heart and deep friendships to be lost completely is one heartache too many for them to possibly consider. 

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Tempest has never been overly fond of her time in the pit, but it did have a few bright moments in the beginning. One of her fondest memories is of the ghoul that taught her everything she knows about air magic. While one of her parents had an exceptional grasp of the water magic they possessed, the other was never quite elementally gifted and they struggled for it. Luckily for her though, one of her parents' best friends was an exceptional teacher. 

The days they spent learning from and practicing with the ghoul are some of her best memories in the pit. All of the happy memories of Tempest’s parents have long since been tainted by the bad ones, but these memories remain untouched in her mind. 

It is hard to know the exact point in one’s life that everything went wrong, but they can confidently point to the last time they saw the ghoul they considered an uncle as the moment everything began to slide downhill. The only memory stronger than all the ones she wants to forget is the shining perfect recollection of bright smiles and roaring laughter at the final party her uncles ever threw. It was mere hours after the conclusion of that party that they both disappeared and everything changed. 

For centuries their mother threw herself into investigating exactly what happened to her friends. The more time passed, the less time she made for anything outside of obsessing about the disappearance. Slowly her parents drifted apart, as did most of the people she knew and she set out as a full grown ghoul to attempt to move on. As hard as she worked to put the past behind her, she just couldn’t seem to outrun it. Eventually, over a century after the party, she was summoned to the surface and held hope that it would be a chance for them to start fresh. 

Tempest’s time on the surface has been wonderful if you exclude the 7 years that they went missing shortly after being summoned. Those years are an era of her life on their own, but the month before them is something that still confuses Tempest. They had heard so much about the abomination that lives in the woods during that time, mostly horror stories meant to scare her away, but for some reason they were intriguing. Maybe it was the fact that they were the only other ghoul with more than one element at the time, but they were always naturally drawn to them. 

Sure the proto-ghoul was terrifying, but they couldn’t help themselves. It was almost like they were meant to meet, even though to this day they never have formally met. It was deep in the woods one night looking for them, following that call, that she ran into the whole situation that caused them to disappear. 

The proto-ghoul may have ruined the start of her new beginning, but at least the contemptuous weirdo can't ruin the happiness she has made for herself post reappearance. According to Dew, they are barely even aware of her, which in her opinion is quite rude considering the way they almost ruined their life. 

At least she learned her lesson and has rebuilt what little happy times she remembers from the pit full of good friends and enthusiastic laugh for herself here topside. It is truly a wonderfully interesting place. 

Still, sometimes they can’t help but wonder what became of the ghouls she knew in the pit. Most importantly what became of her mentor? Would they remember her if they ever met again? It’s been so long and she was so young she is not sure that she would even recognize them, let alone the other way around. 

Tempest has zero desire to ever return to the pit, but seeing her mentor again or at least knowing what happened would be nice. Maybe someday, but for now all that remains is a pair of names etched into skin as a tribute, one of which she is certain is a name nobody but her remembers anymore. Kedros and Skiron.

[tanukibby]

Literally Tempest. She baby.